Fog of War

An anonymous source has assured us that the dead-eyed warden and her goons (or, in the Newspeak of peaceful and mutually beneficial trade agreements between the Recrudescent Imperium and the lesser breeds, her war cabinet) have met, a mere eighteen months after the referendum, either with or without the benefit of economic impact assessments depending on whether the posturing prima donna David Davis is a liar or a cretin, in order to thrash out the issues of what exactly they will be negotiating for and what will be left at the end. Some favour continuing closeness to the ghastly Euro-wogs, while others favour striking out on our own and relying on the international reputation for solidity and trustworthiness which the Johnson-Davis-Werritty axis has brought us. The dead-eyed warden herself is in favour of aiming higher than what is possible; while several key figures are largely united in still believing that the ghastly Euro-wogs need only hear our demands before caving in from sheer astonishment at our entrepreneurial audacity, and offering the long-awaited unconditional surrender.